stress, head fills with stress
no rest, it continues
wash out my mouth with crest
heading west without rest
to a land that lives without challenging chess

here, i hear them speak
unbeknownst to their words, they shed no tears
only sheer fears live in me
no trees have branches, no meer
place to hang one's thoughts, near
to my dearest leers, i urge

them to speak weak sayings that
i used to employ, i squeak when
they reek of things rather left unsaid
their mouths leak, no chic, no style
rile 'em up and they'll peek above the 
peaks they call their seats to demonstrate
the streets are not for me

i go home, nothing to show, more
stressed than when i went to flow
into another world, i mustn't know
how they feel, it doesn't glow but
its light is apparent, though i might
go back, not so soon will i roam